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SPN MULTIMUSE ANGEL RP (21+)

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spellsandpixiedust‌:

“Ye’ fuckin’ see! O right, ye fuckin’ will!” Were Micah’s words seeds, the mage’s tears had watered the soil to nurture and grow flowers of wrath, hurt pride and truculence, all vibrant in colour and for as long as they bloomed they filled the air with the richest scent of resentment. “I’ll prove ye wrong! All ye stupid sanctimonious arseholes. Flap-flap ye got wings?! Fap-fap ye’re nuthin’ but wankers! Posh talkin’, pecksniffian wankers! All ye can do is condemn what ye’re too cowardly to do yerself.” 

And there it started to whither, the garden of hateful flowers, in an autumn of bitterness. “Divine plan me arse. Ye don’t even dare think for yerself!”

Now they were getting somewhere. Fascinating. His reaction was simply fascinating. Like a scientist with a lab rat, Micah observed him with such vigorous interest, the likes of which he hadn’t experienced in eons. Now the question was: how much further could this man be pushed? What was his limit? Now it had become a game for the angel.

“Do you think you’re better than us ‘sanctimonious arseholes’? Is it your free will which drives this delusion? Let me clarify things for your small mind. Everything you do is by divine plan. Nothing you do matters because it has all been laid out for you. You dance to the minuet played by the harps of Heaven. What’s sadder: to not think for yourself or to go through the motions and be blind that everything you do doesn’t matter?”

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fracturedsword‌:

Well that was unexpected. And more than enough to draw his genuine interest. “I think I can manage that.” he said with a hint of a smile. The fact that Micah didn’t bother with trying to hide his intentions was quite refreshing. “In fact it might make for a nice change of pace.”

Micah didn’t stare at Michael or gawk at him as lesser angels might. Instead, he gave him his privacy, choosing to stare out at the surrounding landscape, “It’s very pleasant here,” again, choosing to stay away from heavy topics. He didn’t want to pry, “Calming.”

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cupcakemonwrites‌:

Raphael leans against the table as she looks at him. He looks like a mess and part of her feels like it’s her fault. Setting the scotch down she looks him over once more. “Punishment. Probably stripped of your wings or pushed down with Lucifer…” That didn’t sound too bad really. Lucifer would have welcomed him. “I know Michael wouldn’t have been forgiving for you leaving but… You could have contacted me. I know what it’s like to want that freedom. I’m not one to tell on you because you wanted to get away. I’m envious you were able to.”

Hesediel felt caught in the middle. He didn’t agree with Lucifer’s beliefs but he didn’t believe in Michael’s mission. He wasn’t at home in Heaven or in Hell, so he picked the middle ground. On Earth surrounded by humans, he felt at peace as if everything he was doing was the right thing. But now his security was shattered by Raphael’s arrival, “Have you ever tried leavin’?”

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weaponsinthetrunk‌:

❛     DIPLOMACY  ain’t  really  my  style     –     i  know  i  offered  my  help  but  i’m  not  sure  i’m  your  best  asset  right  now,  if  you  don’t  plan  on  using  violence.     ❜

“In my humble opinion, I dare say it’s hard to get information from someone if they are dead. But you are the lead on this.”

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tobeblamed‌:

   despite his curiosity, dean refrains from asking her any tempting, prying questions.  he didn’t know her story apart from the basics, but he didn’t think she would be willing to share  anything about herself to begin with.  he chose to stick to his lane and concentrate on their advantage: they had a new ally now.             ‘  okay, great.  so, how would you stop him?  ’

Considering that every plan up to this point had failed to kill Michael, Arael was confident that any plan would be better than what came before. And with her at the forefront, they couldn’t possibly fail. After all, she was once a leading general in Michael’s army, until she abandoned him for Lucifer, “We need intel. Cracking into -- how do you put it? Oh yes, ‘angel radio’ would be a good start. And you’re in luck because I have access,” temporarily, but she wasn’t going to let him know that. Soon, she’d need another angel’s grace to recharge her battery, “Tell me, have you heard of the Lance of Longinus?”

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The bus shelter was the only protection from the driving rain. He sat on the small bench under the glass arch, keeping his legs tucked in to keep them as dry as possible. Yes, he could go wherever he wished, but that negated the entire point. He wanted the human experience which meant inclement weather and scrounging around for change for the bus fare. Human life was rather difficult. He leaned over to the other person who had joined him in the dry shelter. Holding out a damp bus map, he asked, “I don’t suppose you can read this, can you?” (@shinyblackchevrolet )

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There was a small gathering around the woman as she captured the attention of those passing by on the street. Among the crowd was Abel, an angel enamored by humans. What was more human that finding fascination in the mysteries of the occult. The angel stood in deep pondering as he observed her actions. It puzzled him. There was something not quite human about her, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. Chocolate eyes never left her movements for a moment, not even as her act came to an end. (@vaguewhispcrs)

[survivingthedemonsinside-deacti]

Personal Desire To Punch

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survivingthedemonsinside‌:

✗ - ♛ — Personal Desire To Punch — ♛ - ✗

       His hand balled into a fist by his side, ready to swing, but he had to make a sarcastic reply before he could move. “You all are dicks, maybe you should pull out your wings and measur- oh, wait, you are a fried and crispy one. Guess that just makes you a dick with hallow bones.” he needed to stop watching Netflix documentarys about animals.

✗ - ♛ — Dҽąղ — ♛ - ✗

“Such colorful descriptors. Truly a master of language. Perhaps, you can try againwith a better insut. Or you can cut right to the violence. Clearly you are chomping at the bit to fight. Give in to your baser instincts,” Micah didn’t make a move to reach for his angel blade. If they were to fight, Micah was determined to best the man on human terms with blood sweat and fists.

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“Well, forgive me for being wary of your intentions,” He rarely encountered a being he trusted. In his experience, good and evil were definites. There was no room for grey in his morals, “Tell me, why are you here?” (@fclsemessiiah )

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justremiel‌:

[ 𝕽𝖊𝖒𝖎𝖊𝖑 ]

  At least there was no immediate threat back home. But he still had his worries about his siblings wanting to rule Heaven. None the less, Remiel nodded lightly. By hearing Mich’s words only caused him to think that something else was going on in Heaven. Something like another civil war, he knew Mich was the one for order and the plan but it just sounded more like he was trying to recruit angels. Not wanting to start any trouble, Remiel just decided to go with it.

     “I shall keep that in mind…”

Micah placed a gentle hand on Remiel’s shoulder, “Remember, you have family that will help you. If you ever run into trouble, don’t hesitate to find me, brother. The world is no longer safe for lone angels,” A polite word of warning. There were some of their siblings who would threaten the angel to return to Heaven. But Micah wouldn’t. If he did, then he would be no better than the angels he disagreed with. It was Remiel’s choice to stay or return.

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Sitting on the steps which lead up to his shop, he rested his head against the cool brick wall. A little nightcap before he called it an evening. More than half of the amber liquid had disappeared down his throat, now making a warm home in his belly. “Call me selfish, but I ain’t sharin’,” a comment directed to the fellow hovering near the doorway. (@hellfirebound)

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“With a single thought, I can alert Heaven to your exact location,” Zaphkiel’s eyes were not on the demon, but rather the book in his hands. Clearly, he was more concerned with the safety of the book than the security of Heaven. Everything that happens outside the gates of the archives was someone else’s problem. This area was his jurisdiction, “I suggest you return that book to me immediately.” (@hellfirebound)

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Harut never received visitors. Surprises were never welcomed by him. When there was a knock at his door, he was rather perturbed. Opening the door but keeping the security chain firmly locked across the gap, he tilted his head, “I’m not interested in girl scout cookies, sorry.” (@huntresscaraquinn )

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”I very much doubt you’re supposed to be here,” he stared down at the crouched figure among the stacks of books. His was a quiet anger, never evident on his face or in his voice. But when someone invaded his library, he was immediately incredibly irritated. (@vaguewhispcrs )

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Micah had seen all the beauty of creation, all the splendor of the universe, but there was something quaint and somewhat calming about human museums. Surrounded by the antiques and fragile artwork of the past, he tried to absorb it all. There was one thing Micah envied of humanity: their creativity. He could never work with his hands the way they did, “Fascinating, is it not?” (@virdityshattred )

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There was no safety in this world. It was a vicious, unforgiving planet. And yet, angels insisted on remaining on this small, rotating ball out of some misguided belief they were meant to watch over it for an absent father. For some, it was a lost cause; but for Galmon, she served a father she had never met.

The runt had strayed too far from home this time. She was alone. For the first time in her long life, she had no one to help her. Her brethren numbers were scattered and stretched far too thin. No one would be coming to the rescue. Perhaps that was why the demons ambushed her now. They knew she was at her weakest. 

Galmon was never raised to be a fighter. Oh, angels were meant to be soldiers of god, but she had never been good in a combat situation. Worse yet, the demons surrounding her were armed with angel blades. Another sign of how many of her brothers and sisters had fallen. Their attacks were highly coordinated and strategized. Oddly, they were not going in for the kill. Had they wanted her dead, her wings would be ash upon the ground by now.

Fallen to the ground, her hands pressed hard against her vessel’s abdomen, trying to keep the mixture of blood and grace from pouring out of her. She was no match for the three powerful demons, even at her fullest strength. Head bowed low, she awaited whatever tortures they had in store for her. (@hellboundhighschooldropout)

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theangelwhounderstood‌:

Hannah hesitated. Why should she tell him what her plan was? What if he decided to go against her as a way of gaining the favor of Heaven? To push away all doubts she stood straighter and took a calming breath.

“I don’t want the document so I can return it to Heaven, I want it to help humanity. After Metatron, I had taken the reigns for a while to help Heaven return to a state that Father would be proud of. Things were actually looking up for a while…” Her gaze shifted to her feet for a moment before she returned to her authoritative state.

“Then the darkness came and no one wanted to help humanity anymore. They wanted answers that I couldn’t give them honestly, so I resorted to measures I’m not proud of. After failing to get the needed information I had two choices: leave or die. It’s needless to say which I chose.”

Help humanity. For so long he thought he was the only one to remember their true mission in this world. For eons, he felt alone. A solo crusader. He'd long since given into thoughts that none in Heaven would ever accept his beliefs. But now in an instant, everything changed. He wasn’t alone. And where there was one, there could be others.

Hesediel was silent as her words weighed heavy on him. If Heaven had been in dire need when he left, it was most certainly in shambles now. But he’d let the guilt of abandoning Heaven wash away from him long ago -- at least that’s what he thought. But burying the guilt was very different than coming to terms with it.

“Ya can’t help if’n yer dead. Learned that ‘long the way too,” He held out his hand for a handshake, a human habit he very much enjoyed, “M’here to help, if’n what yer sayin’ is true. Looks like we are needin’ all the help we can get.”